poetry corner

here's a quick poem about the heat. i'm gonna make it up on the spot, so don't expect emily dickinson.

-THE HEAT-
its hot. damn... it totally sucks.
so i'm gonna spend some 'bitching bucks.'
i've been saving them up for a day like today,
now i'm gonna have my '...its too hot !!! ' say.
all day long sweat dripped down my back,
went out for a cig, and the sun baked my rack!
you know what I'm sayin,' all of you ladies,
(its like i) went to feed the cat, hey, my cat lives in Hades!
didn't wanna move, like an egg in mid-sizzle,
too hot ta 'do the nasty?' straight up 'fo' shizzle...!'
man, it was 'hardcore,' like when Pacino played that mobster,
i was dressed like a rock star, but i felt like a lobster.
-(shot of cartoon lobster claws going 'pinch-pinch)-
the mercury rises, damn its such a bummer,
wishing the temps were as cool as joe strummer.
when its 'hot in the city' you can smell all the trash,
why, why, why can't it be as 'cool' as the clash?
they were the coolest, with their combat rock,
its steamier, creamier, than jeff stryker's -BLEEP-

that's it, kids... that's it!!